your butthole totally puckers for the ginge
He jizzed my face. I had to ask for a washcloth. He ran his underwear under the water and handed them to me. Not so romantic.
when you get a chance can you look up 'free abortion clinic' for me? cuz i dont think i'll be lucky enough for a second miscarriage.
just weighed my balls on my pocket scale. that high.
wait a second. did i just remember you the other night referring to your tits as tia and tamara.....
i dont understand why you dont get why i love him. i opened the bathroom door and he had his penis in his right hand and a mcdouble in his left.
And to think..we used to do everything sober...
I'm not saying going to the volleyball games drunk on Tuesday night was a bad idea I'm just saying we shouldn't make a routine of it.
I rode on his Vespa around Florence and fucked him in an empty train. It was like a way sluttier version of Lizzy McGuire
"If it gets you high just do it" I told him he was the Nike of drug abuse
I'll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.
Drugs are gluten free tho, right?
Probably for the best. My morning wood is pretty horrible. I wouldn't want to tip the earth's axis/ create a new magnetic pole
I'm like going proud parent over you doing drugs, this is so wrong.
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